#wall fiction

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Wall Fiction

The days before you came, I want them out of my head How I carved my skin with lies So my body could be fed

I live assaulted by fear, Of the days after you leave How my head will turn to flames, And my being sting with grief

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The Tourist

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I live in a broken house. "Good morning devil This is my faust." I'm tired of returning To the places I'd rather watch burning. Nostalgia is to me What colour is To a man who can't see This heart This sweater This dark (Stark weather) All of this, I've overgrown. I'm not homesick I'm just sick of home.

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"Nostalgia"

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"I turn my skin into brick walls, 

I turn my legs into foundations,  So you have a place where you can fall  As your is filled with degradation  I will fix your broken houses,  I will heal your broken bones  You seek comfort in the damned  In their shaky, tormented hands  You insist of building homes  Out of souls in sinking sand  I will fix your broken houses  I will heal your broken bones, 

If you let me"

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"Nostalgia"

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The Days Who Got Stuck Between My Cracks I can't quite remember, The days before you came, I feel like i was already born With my mouth marked with your name The days before you came, I felt death inside my lungs Putrefaction in my veins Bitter rottenness on my tongue The days before you came, I want them out of my head How I carved my skin with lies So my body could be fed I live assaulted by fear, Of the days after you leave How my head will turn to flames, And my being sting with grief

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Nostalgia